A/N: And now for an alternate view of last chapter!
Prompt: Kind
Words(without A/N): 714
Rating: T
Spoiler Alerts: No spoilers.
Verse: Manga Universe.
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They were 'just friends', right?
She was nice, that was for sure. Dufort found himself making jokes just to hear her laugh. It wasn't that the laugh was beautiful or stirred something up inside of him or anything. No, that most certainly wasn't it. The girl's laugh was about as ear grating as nails on a chalkboard. Probably even worse. He didn't feel infatuated with her in the least bit. But she held a crush on him, and she probably got the idea that he liked her back.
Why couldn't she understand that they weren't together, and will never be?
Dufort knew of Kiyomaro's stalker-like habits that the younger teenager had been doing the past few days. He knew from the very first second, thanks to his answer talker. However, he didn't stop or confront the shorter male about it; instead, he wanted to see what the teenager would do. The man refused to use his answer talker about anything dealing with Kiyomaro, but anyone could easily tell that Kiyomaro was jealous. And it amused him.
Because Kiyomaro was the one he loved, not that annoying woman.
Then it clicked into his mind on how Kiyomaro would end up handling the situation. The boy wasn't the type of person to just sit still and allow things to just happen. Sure, he was like that before the demon battle, but that wasn't Kiyomaro anymore. The new Kiyomaro would take action straight away, but now, he wasn't actually doing anything other than stalking them. Oh, what he would give to know what went on in the teenager's head. Of course, he still refused to use his answer talker.
What would Kiyomaro do to save him from her?
He offered to take her home in order to be polite, but she turned down his offer. Good. That meant that he could see her off sooner and stop listening to her annoying voice. He didn't even remember how the two started hanging out. Dufort took their times out together as simply a 'hang out'. Apparently the girl thought it was a date. How stupid she was.
When the two finally parted, Kiyomaro took action.
Dufort noticed that Kiyomaro wasn't following him home like he did those other days. Instead, he was following the girl. He would have thought that the teenager was simply finding out where she lived when his answer talker answered for him. At first he couldn't believe it, but the answer talker never lied. But could Kiyomaro really pull something like that off?
He was going to kill her.
The teenager had grabbed a shovel and snuck ever so closer to the girl. Was Dufort going to stop him? No. This was something that Kiyomaro had to do, and no matter how much he wanted to(which he didn't at all), he wasn't going to stop him. The shovel was raised as the girl fumbled around for her keys. Idiot. She didn't even know when there was a soon-to-be murderer right behind her. She found the key and jammed it into the hole and walked in her house.
The shovel was still raised high into the air, even minutes after she had left.
Then it dropped to the ground with a clatter. Dufort shook his head and sighed. He was right. Kiyomaro really couldn't pull something like a murder off. Sure, he was one of the smartest humans in the world, but the teenager was pretty clueless when it came to those kinds of things. Which Dufort had to be thankful for. If Kiyomaro knew quite a bit about murdering, he'd probably kill the girl a long time ago, and possibly even killed Dufort so that no one else would get close to him. Which would drive the teenager in question insane because he killed the one he loved, and…
Just forget about it.
Well, he was glad. Glad that Kiyomaro could be an idiot at crucial moments and glad that his body wouldn't allow himself to harm another human being. It was quite obvious that the teenager was in an uncomfortable stance, standing in an awkward position with the heavy shovel raised and standing stiff. It was his body that didn't let him, not his mind.
Things will go back to normal sooner or later, anyway.